“My sister’s here!”
“Trust me, you don’t want to be near her right now,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on or if I could trust Rob, but it was better to go with the man I was supposedly married to than stay behind and take my chances.
“I can’t believe you didn’t let me throw my grenade!” the woman whined.
“Claire, not now!”
I had so many questions, but decided to let them go until we got to safety. We ran through the doors and right past the sign on the main entrance.
Guns banned on the premises.
A getaway vehiclewas waiting for us outside.
I shook my head as I climbed into the SUV and again contemplated the fact that a getaway vehicle was waiting for us.
And I was getting into it.
Like a criminal.
“Go!” Rob shouted as the door slammed behind him.
I was squashed between the woman who hit me with the book and Rob. Up front, a man was driving, and the man who yelled at Claire not to use a grenade was in the passenger seat.
And I was in a getaway vehicle.
Yeah, I was still stuck on that point, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get over it anytime soon.
“I’m Claire,” the woman beamed. “Sorry about the whole book-to-the-face thing. I was aiming for the guy holding you.”
I stared at her outstretched hand, then slid mine into hers, shaking it mechanically as my wrists stayed bound together. “I figured. Krista.”
“Krista,” Rob muttered. “I was so close.”
Glancing at him, I quirked an eyebrow. “Still can’t remember my name?”
“I’ve been a little busy trying not to die.”
I held up my hands. “Would you mind?”
With a flash, he pulled out a knife and expertly cut the tie as if he did this every day. Then again, after what I just witnessed, maybe this was a daily occurrence.
“Okay, what is going on? Why did those men attack me? And how did you know they’d be there?”
“I don’t know what’s going on,” he admitted, and then he was silent.
I widened my eyes in disbelief as he stared out into the night. The last of the streetlights from the hospital parking lot faded, leaving him in shadows, and me unable to read his expressions.
“That’s it? You said you would explain when we got in the?—”
“I don’t know!” he shouted, turning to face me.
Claire snorted. “Yeah, that’s a good one. Yell at the woman.”
“Look, all I know is that since I left here, people have been trying to kill me.”
“Okay, but what does that have to do with me?”